SPOLIERS for Shawn Takes a Shot in the Dark.

I watched as the wind blew the wind chime. The sound was memorizing. Flashbacks flooded into my memory. Garth Lawnmore, Rollins, the gun, blood. My blood ran cold and I could tell I paled a little. I could hear Gus's voice, like a whisper, behind me. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't move.

"Shawn," Gus called.

I felt his hand on my shoulder and jumped a little. I looked behind me, "I'm fine."

Gus and I walked on the side of the road for a while until we came to a narrow dirt path. The path took us deeper into the trees, light dying out, making my senses hyperactive. We soon came to the scene, marked out by yellow tape. There wasn't much to look at. The tree the man was found at had blood stain and I noticed the drag marks in the dirt. I looked for the place the second picture had been taken. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I calmed my nerves and looked around some more. Gus walked up to me and held out the picture from the Chief's office.

"She told me to take this along," Gus said.

I looked at the picture, then Gus, and back to the picture. I found the place in the picture and walked over to it, Gus followed.

"Gus, look at the corner of this picture," I said pointing. "There is some type of tire tract here. Now look at the ground. They are smudged like someone was covering their tracts. Apparently, they didn't do it that good."

Gus and I walked over to the covered tracts. We looked around, in the brush and under trees and bushes. I noticed something under one of the bushes and picked it up. It was only fabric from the victim's shirt. I sighed and stuck it in my pocket. Chief might need it later.

We searched the place for a while longer with no luck of finding anything until Gus called me over, "Shawn, look at this." I walked over and Gus was holding a dirt scrap of paper with writing on it. "It only has the last part of a word, but it's better than nothing."

"What does 'ore' mean?" I asked looking at the back side of the paper.

"The killing could have been over metal ores, like iron or lead ore. There are some more valuable types like gold ore. This man could found a vein of one of them and someone killed him over it," my business partner guessed.

"Why bring science into this?" I asked. Gus just looked at me, "Are there even any type of ores around here?"

Since Gus didn't know, we headed back to the Psych office to do some more research. My nerves had calmed down a little, but not fully gone. The day had started out so perfect, but I can't turn back time, though that would be cool. The ride with Gus was quiet. Gus kept looking over at me, probably to make sure I am okay. I felt like a child not talking to my father. I just looked out the window in silence, watching the world go by. Inside, my mind was in high gear. I've done dozens of cases for the SBPD. This is one of the first cases that gave me a strange feeling, like something beyond what I can imagine is going to happen. I keep telling myself if it involves Garth or Rollins, Juliet would call saying they are on bail or escaped. Jules would call, she loves me. She couldn't let anything bad happen to me, she would call. I checked my phone to make sure I didn't miss a call. When I saw I had no missed calls, my mind calms down a little more.

We arrived at the Psych office and walk over to our desks. Gus got on his computer to start looking for leads. I looked at my desk and sighed. I should clean a little more, but Gus always ends up doing it, so I won't start now. I removed a paper that had my space wedding plans on it. Gus already had something by the time I removed all the other important papers.

"There are four mines around here, but on called Atascadero Mine had lead-zinc ore. It is also rumored to have gold deeper in, but was closed due to failing support. Many people have searched for the gold before it was closed, but no one had found any."

"Or they found some and didn't report it," I added.

Gus continued to read, but I didn't listen to anymore. I walked over to my chair and grabbed the stress ball from my desk. We have a possible outcome, though we could have the lead wrong, the victim, who is unfortunately dead and we can't ask any questions (I have to think of something to say if the Chief asks me if I 'heard' from him), and a murdered, oh wait, no murderer yet. My mind when back to the wind chimes. Something about them was linked to the case. I looked down at my hands and squeezed the ball a little harder.

"Shawn, are you even listening?" Gus asked.

"Yea," I said losing my thoughts.

"What was I just talking about?" Gus quizzed.

He should know by now that I don't listen to everything he says, "You were saying they are bringing back the X-Files." I have to learn to keep my mouth shut on some things, "We should go back to the police station and report to Chief."

I sat the ball back and headed for the door. I didn't hear any footsteps behind me and saw that Gus was still sitting at his desk, "Give me your keys and I will drive."

Gus kept looking at me, "Okay, I'll go and try to hotwire it."

I started out the door and heard Gus behind me, "Shawn, don't you dare touch the blueberry. I'll drive."

I smiled as Gus walked past me and started the car. I headed to the passenger side and got in. As Gus drove out, I got this feeling I was being watched. I look to a black vehicle behind us and saw something that sent chills up my spine.

Sitting in the car was Garth Longmore.

Author's Note: Hey everyone, chapter two is done! Sorry this took a little more time than what I thought. I forgot I was leaving for 5 days and didn't have time for this. Hope you found the reference to High Noon-ish. I am someone who believes Garth lived; it might be useful to know. Also, there is a river in California, don't remember if it is by Santa Barbra, called Atascadero, but not a mine. School is starting in about a week. Hope to have something up soon.